I see nothing as perfect as it already is. I seek a glimpse of something other. Beautiful hues dance like music within an open mind. Blood flows thru my heart and then, upon my page. Embracing, vibrancy swirls in the dance. How?
“Safrano Roses at the Window” is perhaps my favorite for those delicious pink roses gathered within that luscious cacophony of the same pink in it’s many wonderful shades, both inside and outside the window!
Set against a background of her paintings and the Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, landscapes they depict, this short documentary is a portrait of the life and work of one of Canada’s foremost primitive painters, Maud Lewis. Emerging from her youth crippled with arthritis…
“I see blue, I don’t see red anymore, nor yellow; this bothers me terribly because I know that these colors exist, because I know that there is red, yellow, a special green, a particular purple on my palette; I don’t see them anymore as I used to see them in the past, however I remember very well how it was like.”